Stop rewriting history.

And then it was happooning. I walked into the Costco, nodding to the security guard. I walked over to the frozen food aisle which had huge rows of frozen foods stacked up about 10 feet tall, and i put a few ball bearings under the platforms. A family with 10 children came walking by and then the entire shelves collapsed on top of them, and they started screaming.

I ran off and ran to the hot dog area and jumped over the counter, punching the cash register clerk in the face. Then I ran back to the kitchen area and turned over the oil stove, spilling boiling oil all over the floor, and it scorched the shoes and feets of all the mexican workers who started roaring in painful agony. I was wearing heat resistant knee high boots so I was not effected. I picked up three Hot Dog Meals, and walked out, while the customers ran all over the place, screaming and confused.

I walked right out of the store, hopping into my convertible Camaro, and peeled out of the parking lot, leaving a huge black skid marks on the concrete.

Chapter 2:

I pulled my car up to the parking lot of Costco and then parked near the entrance. I walked up to the outdoors food window which had a seating area, and I walked up to the counter and looked at the cash register attendant right in the eye. He jumped back, and then screamed in terror, as my face was covered in blood.

"I would like to buy one of your hot dogs" I said but the clerk was frantically dialing a number on his phone and shouting at his manager "We need help over here! Help!". "Fuck it", I said, and leaped over the counter, thru the window, and pushed him backwards. He fell back and hit his head on the overhead rack and then fell face flat onto the hamburger grill and his face started sizzling.

I pulled out my 357 and aimed it at the manager, who looked terrified, and blew a hole thru her chest. The customers started screaming and running, and then I walked back into the kitchen area, grabbed a paper bag, and put a bunch of hot dogs and buns into the bag, and then leaped back over the counter, and walked back to my car. I turned on my car, hit the gas and burned rubber out of the parking lot, leaving black skid marks.